I have documented my daily life in poetry for over fifty years. It is only now that my knowledge of technology has met my ability to pursue this medium. It is all too overwhelming as I approach 60 years of age in an instant. Enjoy the ride and put your seat belt on...I am starting from now!
To see an earlier decade, the link is:
http://www.pioneernet.net/doge/index.htm

I question sometimes, my own integrity,I mean the way I talk about others. I champion the little guy, I lay in front of the bullet to protect. I crucify others who do notAlways and deeply, think like I do.

I sometimes lay in wait for thoseI subconsciously perceive as stupid. I go to bed and think about blank slates. I wonder if I locked the door…I walk down stairs and twist the lock again. I make sure the alarm clock is set.

I find perfection increases with years,I see my narrowing criteria.I try to relax, remembering blank slates,I walk downstairs, wash my hands, the door is locked. I make sure the alarm clock is set.I walk downstairs to make sure the door is locked.

I think others may see me as unkind,This year, they are not democrats.I turn off the bedroom light,I remember the blank slate…I walk down the stairs to make sure the door is locked,I make sure the alarm is set.